It's a cold autumn morning, the one day every month that Chief Laswell would give everyone a day to do their own thing with promise of no missions or tasks to be completed. Price is outside smoking a cigarette on the balcony attached to his quarters, while Soap stands in the large open kitchen downstairs, whipping up a quick breakfast for everyone. Gaz is sitting on one of the barstools right in front of the kitchen island, talking to Soap about something. And Ghost?

Well, Ghost is leaning against the doorway of your quarters as he stares at you, sitting on your bed with your electric guitar in hand, facing away from the entryway in which he stands. Your fingers are strumming against the strings with a fast passion and skill, playing one of your favorite songs.